


The Serpent Princess

by edgelordjonesthethird



Series: The Serpent Princess [1]
Category: Riverdale (TV 2017)
Genre: Angst, F/M, Rescue Missions, fp is a grandpop, pregnant betty, protective jughead
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2018-03-30
Updated: 2018-03-30
Packaged: 2019-04-15 23:25:53
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,996
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14151654
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/edgelordjonesthethird/pseuds/edgelordjonesthethird
Summary: FP expects to spend a simple night in with his granddaughter causing a chain reaction and a father and son to go back into some old habits.  Reworked and reposted.





	The Serpent Princess

**Author's Note:**

> I originally had this as a three piece story but it seemed choppy that way so I just reworked into a hella long oneshot. Hopefully y'all enjoy it.

 

**I**

                FP Jones had spent the morning cleaning up his trailer, many late nights as a fry cook at Pop’s stopped him and sent him to bed for most the daylight hours. Today was different, though, today everything had to be in perfect shape, kid proofed; something the house had never been even when his own kids were small. Everything was in place; a quart of chocolate milk was in the fridge and a package of Chips Ahoy placed in the cupboard when he heard a knock; a wave of excitement automatically hit him. He swung the door open only to meet the gaze of nobody; a playful smirk formed on his lips.

                “Oh no, nobody is here!” FP announced, dramatically. “Who is making all that noise?”

                A giggle was heard, “Grandpop, look down here!” The little baby voice ordered, followed by a tug at the worn denim of his jeans.

                If you asked the people of Riverdale about FP Jones’ reputation; some would say, usually those who went to high school with him he was the big man on campus who fell from grace. Others mostly the Northsiders would say he was Southside trash, the king of the Serpents, the accessory to the town’s juiciest murder mystery. To Jughead Jones he was the father who he decided to give one more chance to after years of disappointment. But to Julia Jones he was a playmate, the keeper of the darkest secrets a five-year-old could possess, her favorite person in her short life and last but not least the best grandfather in the whole wide world, something he bragged not so subtly to Hal every time he saw him at a holiday.

                FP looked down at the tiny raven-haired girl, her emerald eyes lit up as she practically bounced out of her tiny white converse sneakers. He kneeled down with a tiny grunt, his age and lack of sleep was definitely starting to catch up with him, though, he would never admit that to anybody. FP pulled the little girl into a tight hug, “Jules, it’s been too long!” he chastised.

                Julia cupped her grandfather’s scruffy face in her tiny hands. “You came over for dinner the other night, Grandpop!” she snorted, that was definitely an action of his own son. “You ate all the spaghetti, now I know why Daddy is so hungry!”

                Speaking of which. “Julia, what did I tell you about running off like that!” Jughead scolded; he followed close behind a tiny pink overnight bag slung over his shoulder, the head of a familiar tiny white stuff dog sticking out of it.  Julia would be sleeping over that night, much to the chagrin of her father, but he had a big important meeting in New York and Betty was away in the field for the newspaper with the rest of the Coopers. Something about bringing the little girl to the Southside put Jughead on edge, even during the brief period of the little girl’s life where the tiny family resided in their own place in Sunnyside Trailer park he seemed unmoored to have the little girl there, perhaps it was PTSD from the Civil War, and the lingering stupidity of those dumbass Northside teenagers, or the fear of Ghoulies were lurking, both were valid but FP insisted that Jughead worried far too much. But then again fatherhood was stressful, FP figured that out in the second part of his son’s life.

                “Sorry, Daddy!” The little girl batted her eyelashes, an action clearly of her mother’s, she already had the younger Jones man under her spell; she had her father wrapped around her finger from birth. “I was just excited!”

                “It’s alright, Bug,” Jughead reassured her, scooping the little girl up in her arms. “I just want to make sure you’re safe.”

                FP couldn’t help but laugh at his son. “Seems like somebody earned their stripes in a completely different gang,” he cracked. “Welcome to the worry fatherhood, son.”

                “I joined that gang five years ago, Dad,” Jughead, reminded him as he stroked a raven curl behind his daughter’s ear. “Remember, you were there?”

                “How could I forget?” FP confirmed, kissing Julia’s forehead. “it was the best day of my life, got to meet my best friend.”

                “A gang?” Julia looked up at her father. “Daddy, what’s a gang?”

                Jughead shot daggers at FP before looking back down at his daughter; he was not embarrassed by his involvement with the Southside Serpents but he didn’t need his little girl in on that part of his life, he didn’t need her doing any Serpent dances in her future. It was probably the same feeling had thinking of his only son being wailed on by a group of bikers with brass knuckles. “It’s a group of friends who do things together,” he explained quickly.

                “A group of friends who wear stripes while doing things?” Julia tilted her head, her forehead creasing in confusion. “Daddy, you Uncle Sweet Pea and Uncle Fangs usually wear plaid not stripes, and they have jackets with the pretty snake on the back, you should get one I think it would look cool on you!”

                “We better work on that.” Jughead agreed, dropping a kiss to his daughter’s head. “I hope this doesn’t cut into your work schedule, Dad.”

                FP shook his head, “Of course, not tonight is reserved to for my favorite girl,” he reassured, taking the little girl into his arms and blowing a raspberry against her cheek. “I bought cookies.”

                Jughead rolled his eyes, signaling again that he had to say something paternal or Betty would be on his ass.  It was amusing, really, the infamous social justice fighting Serpent Prince worrying about his daughter’s vegetable intake. “Make sure she at least has some semblance of vegetables tonight, okay?”

                “I am guessing the candy corn I have stashed in the cabinet doesn’t count.” FP cajoled, taking the little girl from her son’s grasp. “Don’t worry she’ll have something green.”

                He planted another kiss the crown of his daughter’s head. “I love you, Princess, tomorrow Mommy will be back and we’re going to go out to breakfast with Aunt V and Uncle Archie.”

                FP couldn’t help but cringe, how his son could still be so civil with Hiram Lodge’s daughter and his best friend who had put him through so much. Jughead was doing so well balancing his Northside life and his pride for the Southside; it came with maturity that his son knew when to let sleeping dogs lie.

                “I’m not a princess, I am a lioness!” Julia scolded, glaring at her father, “You’ll have to get me pancakes to make up for it, with extra chocolate chips and whipped cream!”

                “You’ve been hanging around Aunt Toni and Aunt Cheryl too much.” This time Jughead lost all composure and laughed. “I will see you tomorrow, my little lioness, have fun with Grandpop.”

                The duo waved Jughead off and made sure that his car had pulled off before Julia and FP exchanged a look, one that held the same mischievous intent. “Can I have cookies and chocolate milk for dinner, Grandpop?” She requested, innocently. “I can always tell, Mama and Daddy that you made me eat broccoli.”

                FP was done breaking promises to his son, but it technically wasn’t broken if he never agreed, “You didn’t hear me agree to that, did ya kid?”

The duo sat at the tiny kitchen table, two sleeves of cookies sat devoured in front of them and as was almost all the chocolate milk, but Julia still sat there nibbling. “You certainly got your father’s appetite there.” FP laughed, “it’s good, guys like a girl who can eat.”

                Julia rolled her eyes. “Yes, because I do stuff for boys.” She shot him a look, and there was the Betty Cooper side of things; admittedly that was a stupid thing for him to say in the first place.

                “Right, little lioness, sorry about that.” He apologized genuinely and then poured the little girl another glass of milk. “You just keeping being you is all I meant.”

                “All the kids at school don’t like me, except for Eddie, but that’s only because we’re cousins.” Julia admitted, timidly. Eduardo Luca Andrews was her best and only friend, Riverdale wouldn’t be Riverdale if a Jones and an Andrews weren’t the best of friends, but still it broke his heart a little bit.

                “Those kids are morons are, sugar, because you’re the sweetest most badass little girl I know.” FP grinned and kissed the little girl’s nose. “Don’t tell Auntie Jellybean I said that.”

                “They tell me it’s because I am going to grow up to be a Serpent, like Daddy and you, but I don’t know what that is and it sounds mean but I love you and Daddy.” Julia’s bottom lip stuck out. “They’re always talking about how Mommy is too good for Daddy.”               

                There was something about hearing your child get insulted, no matter their age that caused a burning rage inside a parent, but there was something about hearing about the most perfect little girl that made it even worse. How could anybody look at her, or her son the bestselling novelist and say these things about him? FP knew his son had some bumps in the road in his past, but he grew up to be an amazing father, husband and all-around person.

                “Grandpop, what’s a Serpent?” Julia had ripped FP out of his reverie with both a question and ironically an answer.

                “It’s a group of friends who do things together while wearing stripes,” FP repeated his son’s earlier answer, monotonously, “Or plaid and leather.”

                “What’s wrong with Daddy having friends?” Julia dropped her cookie on the plate, “I like being friends with Eddie and Daddy likes being friends with Uncle Archie and Mommy, and sometimes Uncle Archie, but don’t tell him he likes Mommy better but that’s probably because she’s smarter.”

                “People are just judgmental at times,” FP elucidated, cautiously.  “You and your Daddy are the best people I know and Mommy loves you both, especially you, with all her heart, no matter what Daddy is or isn’t and that’s the most important thing.”

                “So, being a Serpent isn’t a bad thing?” Julia’s eyes were big, and FP could picture the disappointment on his son’s face if he let his past indiscretions slip. 

                “No, baby girl, but being judgmental and cruel is.” FP reached over and squeezed her tiny hand, “especially to you.”

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                FP had managed to get Julia down for the night, which was a feat in itself considering the sugar high she had for the rest of the night, usually he did that and sent the little girl off to her parents. No harm, no foul, that’s what grandparents were supposed to do. The little was nestled in the back bedroom, while he sat on the couch, his makeshift bed, for the night. He wasn’t quite ready for sleep so he sat and watched the latest Red Sox game. It had been a long time since he enjoyed a quiet evening at home, but this was his life and this wouldn’t last long.  A loud thud came from the door, he only hoped it wouldn’t wake up Julia. 

                Toni stood at the door, her hand shoved in her pockets. “FP, there is trouble,” she announced. “I know I agreed with Jughead a long time ago not bring these issues up when Julia is around and I know she’s here for the night but we have trouble.”

                FP’s head snapped up; he motioned for the young woman to come in. “Get in here,” he ordered. “What is exactly is going on?” A

                 “The Ghoulies are trying to start a turf war, get the the Whyte Worm, and said they are showing up here, FP.” The pink haired girl explicated, rapidly.  “What do you need us to do?”

                FP was in action the moment Ghoulies left the young woman’s mouth, he had to get Julia out of there; he had worked so hard to gain his son’s trust back and he would never forgive him and he would never forgive himself for that matter if the little girl was hurt. “Have the rest come here, and I need you to get Julia out of here, she’s sleeping in my bedroom!” He ordered, and followed to make sure she didn’t pull any stubborn bullshit and try to stay; she was loyal to a fault but this wasn’t a good time for that  “Take her somewhere safe!”

                “Shit, of all the night for the kid to be here.” Toni ran into the bedroom, where the little girl lay curled up with the tiny stuffed dog; the Serpent picked the little girl up, accidentally jolting her awake. “Jules, sweets, it’s Auntie Toni, we’re going to go for a little ride to see Aunt Cheryl, okay?”

                Julia’s eyes still drooped with sleep, she was confused to say the least. “Aunt Toni…?” She mumbled; her head falling against the petite woman’s shoulder.  “Where’s Grandpop, is he coming to Whistle House with us?”

                “No, Sweets,” FP called out. “I need you to go with Aunt Toni, and I need you to be a good girl and do everything she says.”

                “He has something to take care of, but asked me to take care of you, and have a fun time with Auntie Cheryl and me, okay?” Toni reassured the little girl and gave her a squeeze, Toni always had a soft spot for the little girl, and FP knew this why wouldn’t she? She was indeed Julia’s pseudo Aunt, she spoiled her rotten and promised to help her dye her hair pink one day, much to Jughead and Betty’s dismay, but FP’s amusement.

                “Mmkay, night night, Auntie Toni.” Julia immediately fell back asleep in her aunt’s embrace.

                Toni made a run past FP, but he halted her before she could get her tiny combat out the door. “You keep that little girl safe, or you’re on probation,” FP warned. “Get to Thistle House, get behind that gate and make sure extra security is kept in, call Sweet Pea and Fangs in on this one,” he barked.

                “You got it FP.” Toni agreed and rushed off into the night.

                FP gazed out at his sleeping granddaughter one last time; he shut the door behind them, the walk to Toni’s beat up car wasn’t far and FP knew she was armed. They were definitely in the clear, that is until a thud, a shriek and a cry.

                “Grandpop, Grandpop, help!” he could hear Julia scream, followed by the sound of a car door slamming and screeching tires.

               

**II**

                The door to the emergency room slams open and FP snaps his head up; it’s not an unfamiliar sound so he doesn’t look up, she’s gone. Julia is gone and he will never forgive himself, the shady dealings seemed to work for him when he was a single man or it was just him and Gladys but then the kids came along but he had been into deep by that point; the drinking, the drugs, the meticulous dealings of the Serpents. He never imagined that his granddaughter would be used in a turf war, he’s too into himself that he doesn’t hear the footsteps approach him, thunderous and fast.

                “What the hell happened, Dad!” Jughead’s anxiety ridden voice broke FP out of his reverie. He looks like hell, probably because he dropped the phone at the words “Julia” and “ER.” He stood next to Betty who cradled her pregnant belly; despite her seven-month glow, she was pale, and out of breath probably from the ill-advised running she had most likely been doing.

                “Was it an asthma attack, didn’t you pack her inhaler, Jug?” Betty looked between the father and son, her forehead was wrinkled. “Was it that bad, it’s okay if it didn’t work we’ve had to bring her here a few times ourselves.”

                Julia had been a sickly baby, at two months early the little girl had lots of problems with her lungs, which led staying on oxygen the first six months and to asthma as a toddler until now. The premature birth had shaken Jughead far more than Betty it seemed, who ran around as if she wasn’t growing another Jones, another potential Serpent prince or princess, while Jughead lurked around her extra close this past month.

                FP looked between the young couple; they were still babies in his eyes and he wanted nothing more than to protect them like he had failed Julia. “It’s not Julia who is in the hospital, Betty, the Ghoulies tried to brain Toni.” he looked down at his worn-out work boots, “They grabbed Julia, Jug.”

                Jughead’s face grew unusually pale in contrast to his olive skin ; his clenched his fists and went to the nearby wall. “What the hell, Dad!?” He screamed causing several other patients to turn and glance at him, he doesn’t seem to care, “What the fuck are you all looking at!” Betty buried her face into Jughead’s shoulder and started to sob, then she started to scream; they were piercing and nobody had quite seen the perfect girl next door lose her composure like that. Jughead wrapped his arms around her frame, and rocked her back and forth. “I know, I know, it’s scary but the baby, Betts, you got to calm down for your blood pressure.”

                FP could tell his son was trying his best to calm his nerves; he’s an enigma, one moment he had been cussing out a room of people, the next he trying to sooth his pregnant wife in the quietest of tones.

                “You calm down, Forsythe!” Betty sneered. “Our baby is out there!”

                “Enough!” FP finally yelled causing the two to stop, it was out of character for him; usually a smack to the wall. “We’ll get your baby back, I think I know where to start, but you need to relax, Betty, as excited as we are, we’re not ready for that baby quite yet.”

                “Where are we going?” Betty started to dig her fingers into her palms but was halted when Jughead wrapped his hands around them.

                “We?” Jughead snorted and kissed Betty’s palm in an ill-advised attempt to sooth her, “Are you crazy, Betts, you’re in no condition to be running around the Southside right now, I’ll grab Archie, the rest of the Serpents and get Veronica here; Cheryl is on the first flight back from Paris, so stay here for Toni until she gets back, okay?”

                Betty shoved her face in the crook of her husband’s neck. “Come home to me, both of you,” she demanded moving to wrap her arms around FP as well; being so far along in her pregnancy made her emotional enough, FP noted, and this didn’t seem to help.

                “We’ll be back, Coop, and our little girl will be with us,” Jughead reassured, but there were hints of doubt laced in there.

                Betty smiled halfheartedly through the tears to you. “It’s Jones to you, Jones,” she prompted, placing a kiss to his lips; and gave her husband one last hug.

 

 

III

                “This is about Penny, isn’t it, she wants comeuppance?” Jughead ragged voice broke the silence in the otherwise quiet pick up truck; he wears his Serpent jacket for the first time in years, he had no intention of getting back into it; he couldn’t keep doing that to Betty and their baby. Their baby, the one currently paying for his past, FP had indeed tried his best to take the debt back into his hands, but then again this is worse than debt, this is revenge caused by the sins of a father, in this case his own rarely leave the children untouched. He knows this from experience, but he also knows that he never wanted that for his children, suddenly he understood his father just a bit better and that makes his insides knot.

                “Jug…maybe, but we’re going to get her back, she’ll be back in your arms soon,” FP promised, but then again, he had never truly learned to trust his father, for all he knew the little girl’s blood had been smeared across the Southside. “Penny is all bark, but not a lot of bite.”

                That of course was a lie and the two men knew it, that hung in the air but they both decided to live that lie for as long as they could.

                “You told me this would come back to bite me in the ass…I should have listened,” Jughead’s voice cracked and now the younger Jones man was then full on “God, this is all my fault.”

                FP gripped the collar of Jughead’s jacket, attempting to sooth his son while also trying to maneuver the truck. “She might be a Jones, but she’s also a Cooper, those women don’t go down without a fight, and trust me that little girl has some fight in her.”

                “But she’s still just a little girl, Dad, it doesn’t fucking matter if she has a fight in her because she’s so tiny…I- I would put myself right in her place right now if I could,” he admitted, painfully.

                “Jugs, we’re going to get her back,” he reached behind his seat and pulled out a Serpent’s jacket; the one Jughead kept well-hidden at FP’s trailer.  “Put this on, remember son, in unity there is strength and we take care of our; Julia is sure as hell one of ours.”

                “Dad I can’t, I shouldn’t I don’t want Jules to see me like that,” he sighed; his biggest fear was his life as a father and his life as a father colliding. “I promised myself when she was born, my daughter would never see me like that.”

                “See what?” FP inquired pulling back into Sunnyside. “See that her father would go to hell and back to protect her, I think that’s what this means.”

                Jughead pursed his lips, momentarily before taking the jacket and slipping it on. “Surprised it still fits, I thought I was getting the Dad bod” he quipped, clearly that wasn’t true, for some reason he hadn’t put on much weight since his youth, he hadn’t developed a “Dad body,” he was twenty-five and lean as ever.

“Don’t worry, kid, you still have that girlish figure.”

                 

                The Ghoulie’s hide out had moved to the outskirts of town, it was actually to Greendale; it probably had something to do with Penny Peabody’s recent involvement with them. FP and Jughead had managed to get into the abandoned factory with the help of a crow bar and stealthily sneaking in, meaning they bashed the lookouts heads in, knocking them out long enough for the father/son duo to get in. The two crept through, switchblades drawn, when they heard the shrill scream; one that caused both of their heart to tighten in their chest.

                “That’s Julia…” Jughead was about to run towards the screams when FP subdued him.

                “You know how unpredictable they are, you run in there and she’s gone,” FP reminded him. “We’re going to have to try and be stealth about this.”

                “How can I fucking being stealth about this, Dad, this is my fucking daughter, and you may not have given a flying fuck when I was a kid but-“FP’s hand connected with the back of his son’s head silencing him.

                “Now isn’t the time to hash up our old issues, got it?” FP glared and moved to the door. “Now do your psycho little thing and kick the door down.”

                Jughead didn’t need to be told twice, his foot connected with the door and somehow managed to rip the metal hardware off its hinges. FP noticed the permanent scowl that Jughead wore in high school gracing his features as he moved in the room; halting at a horrendous sight. Penny Peabody stood over the bound little girl, she didn’t look like she had been injured but she was struggling for breath.  While that demon skank Penny Peabody stood over her, wielding the largest switch blade that either man had probably ever seen.

                “Having a little trouble catching your breathe there, sugar?” Penny sneered and held the knife to the little girl’s throat. “Don’t worry, we’ll just get Daddy here and if he gives me what I want then you can go, whether it’s breathing or not is on them.”

                Stealth apparently wasn’t in Jughead’s book that night, his hand went for Penny’s hair and snagged her backwards, digging his own switchblade into the Queenpin’s neck. “Ah, Jughead,” Penny cackled, though you could tell she was struggling for air. “I knew I could get you here, what are you going to do?”

                “I am about to spread your blood all over the Southside, if you touch her again.” Jughead whispered in her ear, digging the knife deeper into the woman’s neck. “She is not a pawn, you want me, you come to me and stop such a fucking coward.”

                FP watched the interaction momentarily; he took a step to intervine; he knew his son didn’t need a murder charge on his hands and knew damn well that Penny Peabody could make that happen even in death, but a certain little girl stopped him in his tracks. “Daddy?” Julia whimpered. “Daddy stop, you’re scaring me.”

                Jughead dropped the knife instantly, his daughters pleas seemed to soften him back to the peaceful persona he tried to maintain. “Penny what do you want?” he sighed. “It’s yours, whatever, just on with it, you’re lucky I don’t rip your jugular out”

                “We want the White Wyrm and we want you and your pretty little father to give it to us.” Penny explained, quickly going back to her nonchalant demeanor.

                Jughead opened his mouth to speak, and FP knew his son, that he would put up a fight when something more important was at stake, so he took matters into his own hands. “You got it, you take the Wyrm and if I ever catch you in Sunnyside Trailer park again I will make you disappear, Penny, got it!”

                Penny’s pursed her lips and nodded towards the obviously shaken little girl. “Got it, now take your garbage and leave,” she seethed.

**IV**

                After a trip to the hospital, a detailed physical, and a breathing treatment Julia was free to go home .  The Wyrm may have been gone  and Jughead and Betty had their daughter back; it was a win, win situation, but then again, Penny was always a threat in the back of their mind, but they were safe. _For now._

                Now the little girl lay in fresh pajamas after getting a bath from her Mama, sandwiched between her grandfather and mother on her parents bed, she rarely requested to sleep with Betty anymore, but this was a special occasion; she had been a little weary of her father however since the encounter with Penny. Jughead stood protectively watching the trio at the door, his arms crossed as he watched his girls.

                Betty kissed the little girl’s forehead. “Daddy and I are so happy to have you home,” Betty cooed. “We should really all get to bed, though.”

                Julia was curled up against her Mommy’s baby bump and petting it gently; she had always been curious by it, the first to touch it at any stirring of the baby. “I just want to sleep with you tonight, Mama,” she whispered, her eyes traveling to her father momentarily before looking down; she had been off with him since they got her back.

                Betty frowned and tucked some hair behind Julia’s ear. “Sweetheart, this is Daddy’s bed he is going to have to sleep at some point too,” she reminded her daughter.

                “I’m scared though…” Julia muttered under her breath. “He was scary tonight.”

                “I can sleep on the couch, Betts, don’t worry about it,” Jughead croaked and turned to leave, but there was a look of hesitation; he didn’t want to take his eyes off his daughter, especially before a move to take down Penny was taken.

                “No, you stay here, Jugs, we all need to have a talk about tonight.” FP interjected and titled Julia’s head up to make contact with him. “Julia Antionette Jones, you have no reason to be scared of your father, he would never hurt you, he did what he needed to protect you.”

                FP would not stand for another splintered father/daughter relationship, lord knows it had been years and his was still on the mend with Jellybean.  He would never wish that on any other father, especially his only son.

                “But it was still mean…and scary,” Julia shot back, meekly. “What if he gets that mad at me one day?”

                Jughead moved towards his daughter, who curled deeper against her mother. “Julia, I would never hurt you like that, and you could never upset me that much, you know why I was so mad?” he asked, softly. “He was going to hurt the most important girl to me.”

                “Mommy?” Julia whispered, gazing up at her mother who tapped her nose.

                “No, you, and I can’t let that happen because it would have made Daddy very sad.” Jughead conceded.

                Julia put her hand on FP’s arm. “Grandpop, I think it’s time for you to go home, that’s Daddy’s spot and it’s bedtime, “ she explained, timidly.

                FP laughed at the little girl and kissed her forehead. “Alright, little love, it is past Daddy and Grandpop’s bedtime,” he agreed and stood up.

                Betty stood up and waddled over to her father-in-law. “Thank you, FP, for bringing my little girl back.” She whimpered and pulled him into a hug.

                Jughead put a hand on his father’s shoulder. “Yeah, thanks for the backup, Dad,” he added.

                “It’s no problem, a Grandpop’s job is never done.”

                FP may not have always been the best father, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t have his second chance as a grandfather.


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